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Jul 2020
I’ll fold then I’ll press
My roots of success
I’ll hold then I’ll throw
I’ll fly then I’ll fall
Yet I’ll pick me up
And toss me up again

Above the trees, above the seas
With the clouds that smile and give me peace
I’m breathing, I’m growing
Ready for take off! I’m living
A poem for a commissioned painting
Tita Halaman
Written by
Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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